[h2][center]Leith Walton[/center][/h2]

Leith examined the strange invitation before him a moment, its mysterious contents whirling about his (if he were being humble) overwhelming brilliant mind. Such an odd little thing...a prank from his siblings perhaps? There was no return address nor any means of identifying who it was for. And given his family's lacking experience in handling their own postage (having servants for dictation was such a wonderful thing) that would be the most likely explanation. Still, that was a matter he could deal with later. Perhaps ask Daddy or the help where the letter had come from. If he were in a speaking mood. 

Turning from his desk Leith began to exit his study, intent on finding his siblings...only for his stride to meet unforgiving air. Below him an...admittedly lovely verdant vista regaled him with its splendor. Majestic evergreens and deciduous peppered the landscape surrounding a clearing housing a crystal lake, the grasses he could see as being unmanicured but lush in their own wild fashion. In other circumstances, he'd have stopped and taken in the view. However that was rather hard to do when said view was hurtling toward you at the speed of hate.

The fall began in earnest, Leith reflexively reaching up and grasping his hat as though it might save him. Details became hard to register in his mind. He was falling he knew that. And by the sounds of screaming, he was not alone. It was strangely comforting to know he was about to die with an audience, a fact he filed away for later. 

Remebering his place as an English Man,he resolved himself not to panic despite the danger. [color=ec008c]"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH"[/color] He screamed, with the shrill piose and dignity his heritage demanded as he flailed his arms about wildly in a refined manner. Despite, in his mind, having sorted the issue right out, gravity rudely paid him no mind and continued to fling him towards the ground.

As the earth rose up to meet him, Leith shut his eyes tightly, praying that Newtonian physics might just leave him alone if he pretended REALLY HARD that it didn't exist. As he hit the ground he felt....that he didn't. Where searing pain and death should have been he felt nothing. Cracking one eye open gently he checked just to make sure that he was, in fact still falling. [color=ec008c]"oh..."[/color] He said aloud, looking at the no longer rapidly approaching ground. [color=ec008c]"I...I can't believed that worked..."[/color] He laughed as he hung upside down mid air.

[color=ec008c]"An object in motion stays in motion my ASS Sir Issac!"[/color] Leith yelled, laughing somewhat hysterically. [color=ec008c]"I knew some loser from Middlesex was nothing more than a hack piece of shiiIIIIII-"[/color] He began, immediately landing face first as the universe administered some vicarious revenge for the aforementioned physicist. Leith groaned as pain shot through him, his neck aching from where he landed on it. He'd survived atleast...that was something. 

Keeping his eyes closed (as that seemed to be working out the best for him) Leith listened as bodies dropped next to him. He was about to get up to see if anyone needed help when the word "DRAGON" followed by several explosions reached his ears. He promptly decided staying exactly where he was and pretending to be dead was maybe the best option.